"Their boss always owes them wages, and this year is the most excessive, and they haven't paid them for half a year."

"The workers really couldn't open the pot, so they made a private appointment, led by my husband, to go to the boss to ask for wages."

"We didn't think much about it at the time, even if we were paid a month's salary, we would have a better life."

"That afternoon, it was also the child's birthday, so I was waiting for the good news at home, thinking that I would buy a cake for the child when I got the money."

"But wait, wait, wait, wait until the evening, my husband never came back."

"I sensed something was wrong, and I started calling my husband, but he wouldn't answer."

"I don't answer the calls of my migrant workers."

"The next day, I couldn't bear it anymore and went straight to the construction site."

"The boss told me that yesterday my husband fell into the water and died when he came back from the construction site. He couldn't reach me and was about to call the police......"

Su Mian frowned, only feeling that this matter was too strange:

"And then, you called the police?"

Zhang Cui wiped away her tears, choked up and said angrily:

"I called the police, and the police came, but the surveillance showed that my husband did fall into the water......"

Hearing this, the onlookers began to point fingers.

"Since there is surveillance filming, it may really be that your husband has fallen into the water."

"Alas, men nowadays are under too much pressure, and it's normal to fall into the water when they can't think about it."

"It's like women don't have much pressure."

"It's just that it's the ones who have the baby, and we're under more pressure."

"That's right, if a man can have children, I can also work hard to make money."

Su Mian looked at Zhang Cui and waited for her to speak.

But before she could say anything, her five-year-old child spoke first:

"No, Mommy said, Daddy gave it a dream."

Zhang Cui hugged the young child and couldn't hold back crying anymore:

"Master, my husband gave me a dream, and he said that he was pushed down, not by falling into the water."

"He told me to find a Taoist priest to help, otherwise he won't be blind to death."

When the words fell, everyone was in an instant uproar.

Su Mian's little face stiffened, and he said solemnly:

"Is your husband's body still there?"

"In my house, Master. They told me to burn it, but I didn't want to. ”

Zhang Cui stared at Su Mian directly, expecting a turnaround.

"I'll go over."

Su Mian said and began to send a message to Fu Jiuyuan.

Fu Jiuyuan said in the morning that if he went out to take orders in the future, he would call him.

In the villa next door, as soon as Fu Jiuyuan saw the news, he immediately asked Lu Yi to drive over.

Everyone was envious.

They knew very well that the Ninth Master was dispatched, and the family was stable.

Soon, Bentley stopped in front of the dilapidated farmer's house.

Zhang Cui lives on the seventh floor of the top floor.

The peasant houses here have only stairs and no elevators.

There are piles of garbage everywhere in the hallway.

Dirty, smelly, smelly.

The handrails were dark, and some unidentified objects had been smeared on them.

"I'm sorry, Master Su, I've worked hard for you."

Zhang Cui guessed.

I'm afraid Su Mian has never been to such a dirty and messy place.

She handed over a glass of warm water and a small loaf of bread.

Su Mian took it, but he didn't dislike it, and took a sip:

"Where's your husband's body?"

"In the fridge."

Zhang Cui opened the refrigerator.

The refrigerator door of her house was facing up, and the dead old man was half-lying inside.

Su Mian looked at Zhang Cui.

It's hard to imagine how she, a thin woman, could have brought back the body of an adult man and carried it up to the seventh floor.

She glanced at the corpse, and her face became more solemn:

"Show me the surveillance."

Zhang Cui hurriedly took out her mobile phone.

Her screen has long been shattered, but she has no money to replace it:

"Here, Master Su."

With just one glance, Su Mian confirmed his thoughts even more:

"Your husband really didn't die a natural death."

Zhang Cui knelt down with a puff, grabbed Su Mian's trouser legs, and cried:

"Master Su, please help me catch the murderer."

After a pause, as if afraid that she would refuse, Zhang Cui gritted her teeth:

"Don't worry, master, I'll scrape together the money to pay for your visit."

Su Mian shook his head with a serious expression:

"I don't take money."

Zhang Cui seemed to be in disbelief, and she knelt down again.

Su Mian's small face rises:

"If you kneel again, I won't help you."

When Zhang Cui heard this, he hurriedly got up and looked at Su Mian's gaze as if he had seen a living Bodhisattva.

She was born in the countryside since she was a child, and her family was patriarchal, and she suffered a lot.

When she grew up and got married, although her husband treated her well, they have been living very poorly.

Therefore, she has been accustomed to being humble from the bottom of her bones.

Originally, she thought that Su Mian would not help her, but she didn't expect her to promise so happily and not accept the money.

This is something that has never been done before in her world.

Su Mian pondered for a moment and looked at her:

"Wait, I'll try to summon your husband's ghost first."